Adventure stories; Love -- Fiction; Princesses -- Fiction; Short stories
At that the Princess blushed still more, and her eyes were wet, and
shone, for she was deeply touched at his misery and at the sad prospect
of the death for love of so gallant a gentleman. Thus she could scarcely
speak for emotion; and the Marquis seeing her emotion was himself deeply
affected; and she rose from her chair, and bent over him, and whispered
comfort to him. Then she leant down, and very lightly touched his
forehead with her lips; he felt her eyelashes, which were wet with
tears, brush the skin of his forehead; and then she sobbed and covered
her face with her hands. Indeed his state seemed to her most pitiful.
Thus M. de Mérosailles had won one of his three kisses; yet, strange to
tell, there was no triumph in him, but now he perceived the baseness of
his device; and the sweet kindness of the Princess, working together
with the great beauty of her softened manner, so affected him that he
thought no more of his wager and could not endure to carry on his
deception; nothing would serve his turn but to confess to the Princess
what he had done, humbling himself in the dust before her, and
entreating her to pardon him and let him find forgiveness.
Impelled by these feelings, after he had lain still a few moments
listening to the Princess weeping, he leapt suddenly out of bed, showing
himself fully dressed under the bed-gown which he now eagerly tore off;
and he rubbed all the white he could from his cheeks, and then he fell
on his knees before the Princess, crying to her that he had played the
meanest trick on her, and that he was a scoundrel, and no gentleman, and
that unless she forgave him he should in very truth die; nay, that he
would not consent to live unless he could win from her pardon for his
deceit. And in all this he was now absolutely in earnest, wondering only
how he had not been as passionately enamoured of her from the first as
he had feigned himself to be. For a man in love can never conceive
himself out of it, nor he that is out of it in it; for if he can, he is
half way to the one or the other, however little he may know it.
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